Album: Fresh Blood For Tired Vampyres (2016)

(Be My) Skin Caboose

And now you've got to give up every gain
I see my knuckles in the rain
When I awake I will be on you

Time keeps moving on, keeps moving on
There comes a day when you'll be gone
And on that day I will describe you

Like a desperado dancing on the devil's noose
Six-shooter and a sniper is no use
Lover, is no use

Woo – it's no use, it's no use, it's no use
Woo – it's no use
Woo, woo

Every song I write comes in on three
I hope some day you'll come to see
I couldn't get to four without you

You wind up in a jail with no bail
You doth protest and no prevail
I'll write a prison song about you

When every drop of moonshine has been used to spike the juice
I'm bored to tears now watch me drop the deuce
Gonna drop the deuce

Woo, drop the deuce, drop the deuce, drop the deuce
Woo, drop the deuce
Woo, woo

Love used to be something that you'd break in and buy
I had an unlimited supply
That was in the days when I used to slay
Now it's all just crazier than cray, cray

And now you watch me drifting out to sea
My only exit strategy
Is coming back here to surround you

Time is up, I let you get the rest
Tattoo my name upon your breast
I should have guesses when I found you

The darling's on the record
Let's have a little truce
Come a little closer now and be my skin caboose
Be my skin caboose

Woo, skin caboose, skin caboose, skin caboose
Woo, skin caboose
Woo, skin caboose, skin caboose, skin caboose
Woo, skin caboose
Woo